Perfectly Loved by Silks Lacey

Author:Silks, Lacey [Silks, Lacey]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781927715321
Publisher: MyLit Publishing
Published: 2016-02-21T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

MILLIE

“Hobo!” the kid at school shouted as I passed. I grabbed my books out of my locker, lowered my head, and left. The day was finally over. One battle down, one to go. As I crossed the threshold of this new foster home, I thought about which was more difficult: school, or going back to the foreign house I was forced to think of as home. I often wondered whether the family I had celebrated Christmas with would have adopted me if it weren’t for my mother coming back. I hadn’t seen her since the trailer burned down, and while I now understood that she wasn’t the best kind of mother, I still missed her. I missed her smell and her arms when she pulled me into her body. She may have been a druggie, but she looked out for me the best she could.

Week one at this new home, I only got weird vibes. Week two, Mr. Withers asked me to wear white t-shirts more often. I didn’t have enough money to buy a bra yet, but the next board payment that came in would be specifically for undergarments.

Week three, I saw that look in his eyes, the one I saw on the men who came to fuck my mother at the trailer. Desperate and horny.

“Come here, Millie.” He wiggled his finger in a come-hither motion. I crossed my arms over my chest and stepped forward. He sat on his chair, his pants cutting at the waistband and his belly spilling over. “Turn around.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked you.”

It was one of his last requests I fulfilled.

“I got something for you.” He pointed to a skirt on the chair.

Mr. and Mrs. Withers didn’t have any kids. It made living there easier in that respect, but it also meant that their attention was completely on me – especially Mr. Withers’.

“Go on, put it on.” I grabbed the skirt and turned to go to my room. He rose from his chair and grabbed me by my wrist. “Change here.”

“Like hell!”

I ripped my hand out of his grasp and ran out the front door. Some neighbors down the street took me in for a few nights. I didn’t want to tell them what happened, so they did the only thing they could and called Child Protective Services. But I didn’t go back to that house again.

My hope to have a home had crashed and burned again. I was sure I’d never have one unless I built it for myself.

Was Timothy in a better place?

PRESENT TIME

I HATED STUFFING THE TURKEY, and I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to convince myself to buy another murdered bird each year. As a vegetarian, I wouldn’t even touch the meat. But knowing Dave, he’d fill himself until he couldn’t move, so I was sure there wouldn’t be any leftovers. Sometimes I wondered how he managed to remain so fit and taut; all muscle in all the right places and not an ounce of fat. It was likely that

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